What hell condemned, let heaven now heal.

A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmareto the jeweled vision of a life started anew.

What a lover’s heart knows let no man’s brain dispute.

Compassion crowns the soul with its truest victory.

Individuals often turn to poetry, not only to glean strength and perspective from the words of others, but to give birth to their own poetic voices and to hold history accountable for the catastrophes rearranging their lives.

Know yourself fearlessly (even quietly) for all the things you are.

Got just enough room to be a friend of yours. Oh I hope you got room to be a friend of mine.

We can cry for years but sometimes gotta smile too.

This rose of pearl-coated infinity transformsthe diseased slums of a broken heartinto a palace made of psalms and gold.